She is on the go. Always moving. Constantly exploring. Every object gravitates to her mouth. She can crawl. Pulls herself to a stand. Wants to ascend the stairs (I tell her "No Way!"). Loves to eat. Pounds a mean tune on the piano. Takes to water like a genuine fish. Loves and is loved by her brothers. Resembles significantly the Pookman.
I think it's time to put the cat food dish up on a counter. And put on your running shoes.
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